THE LIVING - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Hey there, dead man, meet the living

Hey there, dead man, meet the living, uh

Rich man's donkey trying to pay your fucking way

Ain't no pity for the slave that put on his own chains, shit

Hey there, dead man, meet the living, yeah (Woo)

Hey there, dead man, you say I'm tripping (Yeah), haha

Hey there, dead man, upstanding citizen

You said I'm a fucking joke for saying I have dreams

But the man he work for rich for the same thing, bitch

Hey there, dead man, you tell me who's trippin'

And the living say

Oh no, no, no, no, do-do

Oh no, no, no, no

Oh no, no, no, no, do-do

Oh no, no, no, no

And the living say

Oh no, no, no, no, do-do

Oh no, no, no, no

Oh no, no, no, no, do-do

Oh no, no, no, no

Hey there, zombie, meet the breathing

You told me I should sit here and dig up my own grave

But yours funeral homes, this is how they get paid, shit

Hey there, zombie, meet the breathing

Oh yeah, yeah

And the living say

Oh no, no, no, no, do-do

Oh no, no, no, no

Oh no, no, no, no, do-do

Oh no, no, no, no

And the living say

Oh no, no, no, no, do-do

Oh no, no, no, no

Oh no, no, no, no, do-do

Oh no, no, no, no

And the living say